Arabella Baylor (
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fandomhighdorms2020-10-19 10:51 am
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Outside the Dorm, Monday Afternoon
Arabella was returning from her science class when an exhausted deliveryman stopped her just outside the dorm. "Arabella Baylor?"
"Yeeees?" she asked.
"Sign here, please."
Care package? But she'd just gotten back from Houston...Arabella scribbled down her signature and waited to be handed a box or something, but the guy just said, "Have fun with it," and walked away.
It was then that Arabella noticed the twelve foot skeleton standing on the lawn.
"What the--hey, I didn't order this!" The guy ignored her. "How did you get this thing up all those stairs?" Still no answer. Arabella stared up at the skeleton. The skeleton...stared off into the distance, several feet above her head. "What the heck am I supposed to do with you?"
((Open to all who would like to boggle at Arabella's new friend!))
"Yeeees?" she asked.
"Sign here, please."
Care package? But she'd just gotten back from Houston...Arabella scribbled down her signature and waited to be handed a box or something, but the guy just said, "Have fun with it," and walked away.
It was then that Arabella noticed the twelve foot skeleton standing on the lawn.
"What the--hey, I didn't order this!" The guy ignored her. "How did you get this thing up all those stairs?" Still no answer. Arabella stared up at the skeleton. The skeleton...stared off into the distance, several feet above her head. "What the heck am I supposed to do with you?"
((Open to all who would like to boggle at Arabella's new friend!))

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And doing the quick math to figure out how many days there were until November 1st.
And then realizing, like an afterthought, that that was how many days until her birthday, and, looking at a twelve foot tall skeleton in front of the dorms, half wondering if she'd even make it to see it.
And then, she just sort of shook her head, and reasoned with herself that at least it wasn't a thirty foot tall skeleton, and she looked over at Arabella and figured, by the confused look on the other girl's face, that there wasn't going to be a whole lot of answers there either.
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And those were now things she apparently said that seemed like normal parts of a conversation.
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"Maybe it wouldn't be able to move anywhere because of the base?"
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"I wonder if we should get some ropes," Astrid mused, "just to be extra safe."
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"Maybe?" she said. "Maybe it's friendly!" It was a plastic skeleton.
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But she was also here for The Fish, so that thought was quickly followed by a reminder that tying the skeleton down was a good way to sway it away from friendly if that's the spot it was in.
"I guess we'll just sort of have to keep an eye on it," she said, looking up toward the second floor, wondering just whose room it was that the top of the skeleton would be closest to.
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And she didn't even know the eyeballs lit up yet!
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"I'll help," Astrid offered, "if you need it. But, yeah, it'll probably be happier looking out at the island than at the wall of the dorms..."
Because now, with The Fish in mind, her attention seemed to shift toward wanting to just appease the skeleton. Make it...comfortable. Happy, even.
"Do you think it'll want anything else? There's plenty of candy. Maybe some music?"
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He frowned. And then because there's that "just in case" concern he pulled back his sleeve on his hoodie and aimed his web shooter at the skeleton effectively binding the feet and arms of the skeleton.
"Then we need to get a lot of rope."
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Arabella had just had a brilliant idea. "We should throw a party! Not...for the skeleton." Maybe sort of for the skeleton. "But, I mean, it can be there. As decoration."
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After a moment she recovered from her surprise and said, "A decent animator could do it. It would be rude because it would ruin my cool new skeleton, but, I mean, they could, so I see no reason the island's magic couldn't randomly do something similar. But it's already bolted to the base so maybe it can't, like...go anywhere?" Maybe?
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Miles shook his head. "Nope. Can't even think about that. I'm just trying to make things worse that the island will probably throw at us later."
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"I mean, it's plastic. How bad could it beeeee...okay forget I said that last part."
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“Yeeeeeeah,” Miles said with a chuckle. “Well if it does cause any problems we at least have a ton of people around who could probably handle it. Maybe the best thing to do is keep it in a place that is contained? Hey! You think the police will lock it up until after Halloween?”
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That did seem a pretty good way to win its favor in the case that it ended up turning to life and possibly trying to seek revenge on those who wrong it by trapping them in a forest and tormenting them with bad memories.
"A party's a great idea, though," she then grinned at Arabella a little, "either way."
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“They could lie it on its side? Maybe?”
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